What was that sound? That constant beeping, light and ringing. Light was filtering through my closed eyelids, and I lay there, listening to the sound of my shallow, quiet breathing.

What is that sound? I thought, my breathing coming easier now. Slowly, I began to open my eyes to the pristine white world. I stared up at the ceiling. Overhead lights greeted me, glaring into my eyes and making me wince, throwing up a hand to shield my eyes.

Ow.

I turned my head to look at my wrist, and saw something sticking out of it. A ling, thin tube, that ran from my arm and down to a machine on my right. The machine was making the annoying beeping noise.

I felt sick. My mouth was dry and my head was spinning. How did I get here? Why was that noise still going on? Ugh.

With an agonizingly slow pace, I lifted my left hand and pulled the drip from my wrist, wincing in pain as the needle came out of my skin. Surprisingly, no blood escaped from the wound, instead the flesh around it turned a little pink and stung.

I pushed myself into a sitting position and observed my surroundings more closely. The room around me was small, and looked more like a lab than a hospital room. The bed I was on, however, resembled a hospital cot. Somewhere int he back of my mind, I had a memory of being in a Hospital cot before, but getting a grip on the memory was like trying to cup water in my hands.

I swung my legs out of bed, and gently let my feet fall on to the cold tiles. The sudden chill made me inhale sharply, and I froze for a few seconds, before moving to stand.

The world around me span and blurred into one white mass, and I swayed on the spot before regaining my balance. I took a few stumbled baby steps forwards, my feet shuffling along the floor. As I became accustomed to my own movements, I began to walk more normally, taking deep breaths to help steady myself. I managed to make the ten feet to the counter top all by myself, but when I got there, I collapsed across it, my breathing shallow, my head resting on it.

I closed my eyes and continued to take deep breaths, listening to the sound as I felt my heart beat the Salsa in my chest. After a few moments I opened my eyes again, coming up against a folder. My fingers curled around the pages and I lifted my head, staring down at it. An emblem that looked like an eagle, with the work SHIELD printed below it in big letters, and the word CLASSIFIED stamped across it in bold red letters.

"SHIELD." I whispered, testing my voice. It was croaky, rough and grating, but it was there.

I opened the folder, to a page with what looked like vital statistics. Name, age, date of birth, height, weight, hair and eye color, and...

"Date of death?" I said out loud, feeling my voice shake slightly.

Notes

Sorry it's a short chapter, I just want to know what people think of it :)